Unloading boats had the option to take on fuel at Taconite Harbor. This building, among other things, pumped fuel to the dock.
A simple porcelain fountain in the original brewhouse. The water fountain, no doubt, is not original.
The old gate sign, leaned against one of the terminal elevators.
I found a face.
A line of huge machines wait to be used as parts under a long-disused belt drive.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
The skylights with geared-to-open windows were massive and quite functional.
This sawtooth roof collapsed months later under the weight of an early snow.
One of the only remaining pieces of equipment in the distilling room is this green control panel on a bridge suspended in the middle of it all.